Based on my
morning routine, you’d think I was an old man. Monday through Friday, I’m up
and 6 am on the dot, slowly springing out of bed and using my cane to
make my way to bathroom. When I come back, I throw a bagel in the toaster, turn
on my coffee maker and pour a big class a water. I also grab an apple out of
the fridge, as well as a 12 ounce bottle Calcium and Vitamin D Orange Juice (which
is a necessity because my bones are so brittle in old age).
When my bagel
(did I mention that it’s 100% whole wheat and filled with fiber?) is done, I
spread natural peanut mixed with flaxseed on top. I don’t do that because I’m
old by the way. I do it because it’s delicious AND nutritious, a real win-win.
But what is the real story here is what I do
when my breakfast is all finished (usually around 6:15) – placed neatly on a
paper towel – and I sit down in my black chair. I grab the remote, turn on
CNN’s New Day (or SportsCenter if I’m feeling adventurous) and watch a few
minutes of the shows before grabbing my iPad. I have three newspapers in my
newsstand – The New York Times, The Washington Post and The Boston Globe. I
read the front-page stories in all of them - with quick stops in the sports and
arts sections, looking for anything interesting or a recap of last night’s NBA
action – and then I move in.
I tap Safari
open and head to Slate. It’s around 6:35 by now and my breakfast is almost
finished. There isn’t always something worth my time there, but when I do, it’s
incredible. For instance, this past Monday, I found a great essay on how black
American slaves played a far larger role in the Revolution than history books
indicate. And in fact, one of the major players was a personal slave of George
Washington and said slave ended up moving to Canada after the war. I was
there, so it was a good refresher.
From there, I
make my final two stops between 6:45 and 6:50 – Grantland and The Classical. I
usually don’t read anything from either site this early, but I’ll earmark
anything that would looks like a good read for my lunch hour. If I have extra
time, I’ll squeeze in Tom Ziller’s daily morning column over at SB Nation,
which covers everything NBA. (Side note, I really miss watching fundamental
basketball. I’ll take a lay-up over a dunk any day.
It’s around 7
when I finish my morning read around. I’ll have finished two or three cups of
coffee by then and I’ve read, at a minimum, nine or ten articles. I then go
shower, washing off the final bits of haziness and try to process everything
I’ve just read. When I get out of the shower, I finish any leftover reading
from the night before.
Usually, I can’t
remember everything I’ve read, but the vast majority I do. This process
continues throughout the day too, as I’ll favorite Tweets with interesting
articles attached and binge read them the next day if I have extra time before
8:35 class or before I go to bed. And I usually pick up The Post. And, at some
point, I’ll check out WOUB’s web page.
Some writers have become my down personal studies. I have tab in Safari devote specifically to Wright Thompson articles I have not yet read. Then there's Paul Flannery, an essayist who is able to capture the essence of fandom. And there's Rembert Browne, the hilarious, pseudo hippie and Internet presence who writes brilliantly in the first person. But I digress.
Some writers have become my down personal studies. I have tab in Safari devote specifically to Wright Thompson articles I have not yet read. Then there's Paul Flannery, an essayist who is able to capture the essence of fandom. And there's Rembert Browne, the hilarious, pseudo hippie and Internet presence who writes brilliantly in the first person. But I digress.
Basically,
reading is my version of smoking, a habit I picked up while fighting Charlie
in Nam.
In all
seriousness, this is a habit developed over a long period of time. My guess is
that I picked up this habit from my Dad, who on Saturday mornings during my
childhood, would hand me the Plain Dealer and have me read articles from
different sections and columns from Regina Brett and Terry Pluto. Those were
the days where I woke up at 10 AM and thought that was early.
From there, I
started reading the paper on Sundays too, and before long, I was reading it
every day of the week, finding myself irate after reading any column from Bud
Shaw or Bill Livingston. My Dad & I would race downstairs every morning,
battling for the sports page. He won, usually. But once I wanted to race him
for the fresh cup of coffee as well as the paper, I started getting up at 6 and
beating him to the punch.
I have the same
routine, day in and day out. It started last year, when I realized I had extra
time on my hands if I got up a little earlier. It differs a little bit on the
weekends – excessive whiskey drinking tends to make me sleep in later – but
even then it stays the same. I make my breakfast, make my coffee and read as
much I can. Sometimes the sources change up a little bit (for example, I sub in Flannery’s Sunday Shootaround on, well, Sunday in place of Ziller’s
column.) But in large part, I do the same thing every day.
This habit has
been the most constant thing my life. Friends have gone. Family as died.
Girlfriends have left. But this has stayed the same.